Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,106
down, the sound of squealing tires and sirens filled the air outside. She glanced out the window and saw half a dozen cop cars and two black SUVs with SWAT decals on the side come sliding to a stop in front of the gate to the Federal Reserve that had opened at some point when she hadn’t been paying attention. Two armored trucks exited the building through the roll-up doors and were now trapped inside the walled compound. Several guards in uniform ran out those same doors and began to shoot at the police. More gunfire came from slots in the sides of the armored vehicles.
Dave’s reaction was immediate and violent. “Dammit, no!” he shouted, slamming the palm of one hand against the window glass hard enough to leave bloody fingerprints. “How the fuck did they get here so fast. This was all planned out.”
As Bree watched, another black SWAT SUV slid to a stop a few yards away from the others. Three big SWAT cops jumped out, rifles in hand. One of them was Diego.
He and his pack mates immediately headed toward the gate and the shooting going on there. Bree’s heart jumped into her throat as bullets hit the concrete all around them. But before he’d gotten more than a few feet, Diego skidded to a stop, his nose lifting into the air. A moment later, his head snapped around until he was staring straight at her and Brandon through the window. Bree swore she could see him mouth their names, then he was running toward them, yelling something over his shoulder to his teammates.
Oh, God.
Diego was coming to rescue them. The knowledge both thrilled and terrified her.
“Dave, you should leave,” Bree said.
She didn’t want Diego to get in a fight with her ex. It wasn’t because she cared what happened to Dave, but she didn’t like the idea of what would happen if Dave got his blood on Diego. He had no way of knowing how dangerous her ex truly was.
“If you’re still here when Diego gets up here, he’s going to kill you,” she added, praying it would be enough to scare Dave.
But instead of running, her ex walked over and stuffed the gag back in her mouth. “We’ll see about that.”
Giving her a smug smile, Dave turned and walked away. Bree craned her neck trying to see where he went, but the room was empty.
Where the hell was he?
Chapter 17
Diego’s heart was beating out of control the entire drive to the Federal Reserve, the thumping so loud in his ears he’d barely been able to follow the chatter on the radio and the phone conversation Trey had with Gage and Samantha Mills. He vaguely remembered Trey passing along the tip about how wiping off the blood seemed to stop the delirium effect, but for the most part, Diego ignored them. Instead, he stared out the rear passenger windows as Hale drove the team’s SUV toward Pearl Street.
He knew it was horrible to say it, but right now he didn’t care that much about the delirium crap. He just wanted to find Bree and Brandon. His worst fear was that the robbery at the Federal Reserve was a big distraction and that Dave had already taken the two people he loved out of the country while he wasted time on this damn bank job. Nobody tried to rob the Federal Reserve Bank. It was too well protected.
It was at that moment, as he prayed they weren’t making a horrible mistake, that Diego realized how much he loved both Bree and her son. The thought of them being hurt or gone out of his life was enough to make him think a man—even one who was a werewolf—could truly die from fear and anguish alone.
“We’re about a minute out,” Hale said from the front seat. “It looks like Dave has gotten control of a good portion of the Reserve’s security guards. There’s an all-out war going on at the main gate. Gage and the rest of the Pack are trying to keep them from getting out with two armored truckloads full of cash.”
“Has anyone seen Dave yet?” Diego asked softly. “Or Bree and Brandon?”
Hale met his gaze in the rearview mirror. “No one has said anything, but they only now got on scene and the shooting is intense.”
The next sixty seconds was the longest minute of Diego’s life, and he fingered the pistol grip on his M4 nervously as he silently urged Hale to go faster.